the meditation
cat self-respect
wrinkles at my throat
expand flexibility:
leaps and bounds forecast!
Self Respect
02 Jan 2020 Leave a comment
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Oy Joy!
01 Jan 2020 Leave a comment
in Oy! Joy!, Poetry Tags: annoys Roy, decoys houseboy, deploys decoy, enjoys toys, freedom of infermation, homeboy's pageboy, It's all foi, joy cloys, Julia Rohan Zoch, Oy! Joy!, poi-poi, POM
illustrator: Julia Rohan Zoch
“joy”
(Poem of the month Jan 2020)
“oy!”
“joy” cloys
to my homeboy’s
pageboy.
decoys
houseboy
from poi-poi…
oy!
annoys
Roy;
deploys
decoy.
enjoys
toys,
corduroys,
ploys!
It’s all:
foi
(freedom of information)
poem by Jeanne
The New Year
01 Jan 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry, The New Year Tags: Barbars Crooker, black ink unscrolling, Champagne, door bangs shut, illustrator: Julia Rohan Zoch, more than we can handle, prize-winning envelope, sit at your desk and begin, slams on your fingers, The New Year, window doesn't open
illustrator: Julia Rohan Zoch
The New Year by Barbara Crooker
When a door bangs shut, a window doesn’t open.
Sometimes, it slams on your fingers. God often
gives us more than we can handle. A sorrow
shared is a sorrow multiplied. There’s a bottle
of Champagne waiting to be uncorked,
but it’s not for you. Nobody wants another poem.
The prize-winning envelope has someone else’s name
on it. This year you already know you’re not going
to lose those ten pounds. How can you feel hope,
when the weight of last year’s rejections is enough
wants to feel the black ink unscrolling on its skin.
In spite of everything, you sit at your desk and begin.
“The New Year” by Barbara Crooker from Some Glad Morning © 2019.
Definition #339 Marriott Boston Newton
31 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
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Here we are in 2019, New Years Eve and I’m home form the Marriott Waltham Courtyard after family Reunion and Birthdays
The tide came in
the surf brought plenty
in Boston Newton.
Two year old played soccer
Nana Jeanne drove her scooter
brunch fed appetites
the massive snowy owl…
30 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the massive snowy owl Tags: and ghosts, finding food for kin, gusts, on winter's gales, the massive snowy owl, through the snow he glides
the massive snowy owl
through the snow he glides
on winter’s gales, gusts and ghosts
finding food for kin
Face it!
29 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in designing a mimoji..., Poetry Tags: designing a memoji, Michael makes himself feel1
Michael makes himself feel!
A year of transparency…
28 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in A year of transparency, Poetry Tags: A year of transparency, butter, chili, cornbread, dish a little somrthing up, Home Cooking by Barbara Crooker, simmering, soak into the cracks, something hot, something red and juicy, spice, what happens inside when you eat my food?, Writer's Almanac
what happens inside when you eat my winter food?
Home Cooking
by Barbara Crooker
Let me stir up a batch of something hot,
beef stew or red bean chili,
something simmering
just below the boil.
You let me know if it needs
more seasoning, more spice.
Let me spread
some butter on your cornbread, darling;
let it soak into all the cracks.
Let me fill
your glass with something red and juicy.
The oven is hot, and all the burners
are glowing. If you can’t take the heat.
then get out of my kitchen. But
if you need to take the chill off, baby,
I might be able to dish a little something up ….
“Home Cooking” by Barbara Crooker, from Some Glad Morning, © 2019.
The Writer’s Almanac for Saturday, December 28, 2019
Rumblings in the soul
27 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Rumblings in the soul Tags: amiable dance, Carolyn Myss, creative expression, dab at the offending, didn't mean it, personal healing, Rumblings in the soul, seeking the Divine, self-discovery, setting fire to David's car, subtle and eruptive, The Drink by Ron Padgett, thrown in the face
The Drink
by Ron Padgett
I am always interested in the people in films who have just had a drink
thrown in their faces.
Sometimes they react with uncontrollable rage,
but sometimes—my favorites—they do not change their expressions at all.
Instead they raise a handkerchief or napkin and calmly dab at the offending liquid,
as the hurler jumps to her feet and storms away.
The other people at the table are understandably uncomfortable.
A woman leans over and places her hand on the sleeve of the man’s jacket and
says, “David, you know she didn’t mean it.”
David answers, “Yes,” but in an ambiguous tone—
the perfect adult response.
But now the orchestra has resumed its amiable and lively dance music, and the room is set in motion as before.
Out in the parking lot, however, Elizabeth is setting fire to David’s car.
Yes, this is a contemporary film.
Ron Padgett, “The Drink” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2002 by Ron Padgett. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Coffee House Press, coffeehousepress
feral or family
26 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in feral or family, Poetry Tags: family in sky, feral or family, pure and silent kin, Snow Owl
is snow owl feral
or a family in sky
pure and silent kin?
What good is Grandma?
23 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, What good is Grandma? Tags: against the ravages of old age, but too young and healthy, contribute to their own fitness, David P Barash, highly biologically relevant, immunoregulatory receptor gene known as CD33, keep them functional, protective against alzheimer's disease, role of Grandparents in raising children, too old to reproduce, What good is Grandma?
The growing role of grandparents in raising children is right in line with human biology.
Old people—too old to reproduce, too young and healthy to kick the bucket—are highly biologically relevant.
The Grandmother Hypothesis helps make sense of a recent and intriguing finding: A particular variant of the immunoregulatory receptor gene known as CD33 has been adjusted in human beings (compared with chimps) to be protective against late-onset Alzheimer’s disease.
Old people can make a contribution to their own fitness by enhancing that of their offspring, via their grandchildren.
By the same token, the fact that our species has apparently experienced selection that is at least somewhat protective against the ravages of old age suggests that even the elderly are valuable enough—purely in evolutionary terms—to warrant keeping them functional.
( from an article by David P Barash -in Nautilus)
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